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Thunder is dressed in his street clothes and trademark  black hat. In his hand is a half-empty bottle of Kessler's. He takes a swig from the bottle, caps it and wipes his mouth with his hand. He pushes a button on the TV and it falls silent. He slowly turns around and stares straight into the camera.] BT: Well... well... well. The Wolf meets the Epitome o' Evil. Sounds like some grade B horror flick, don't it? It's a match-up most folks probably never thought would ever be seen. We've never really been properly introduced... Annis. [Thunder lights up his cigar but stares at the flickering match.] I unnerstand ya like playin' with fire. Funny... I've always thought of fire as an ally myself. The fire in my gut. The fire that drives me ta do what I do best. The fire... [Thunder looks at the camera with a devilish grin.]    ...which now makes you my next target.    I've seen ya Serge. I've watched ya hammer folks ta the mat. I've seen ya take it ta some o' this sport's great athletes. But Serge, this time... ya ain't jus' facin' _one_ o' the best...     ...yer facin' _the_ best. [He turns his gaze back to the slowly flickering match.]    I know yer game, an' believe me when I tell ya, friend, I'll be more'n ready fer ya. I got nuthin' 'gainst ya personally ya unnerstand... yer jus' in the way o' my destiny. An' I can't have that, ace. So lace 'em up tight an' bring that lighter o' yers if ya want... but remember the ol' sayin'... "if ya play with fire... [Thunder looks back at the still burning match.]    ...yer gonna get burned." [Thunder blows out the match. With a steely eyed grin,he winks.]    Poof. Heh, heh. See ya in Beantown, big man. [Thunder takes another hit from the bottle and walks off camera. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Creed ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The red-gloved rookie Creed stands in a makeshift IIWF interview area in the visitor's locker room at the Fleet Center in Boston, Massachusetts.  The rookie appears not to have eaten, slept or even changed clothing following his brutal parking lot brawl with Lord Byron prior to IIWF Saturday Night.] CREED: Clean out your locker, Byron.  You take your last five days in this sport to say your goodbyes to whatever friends you got 'round here.  Make sure you don't leave nothin' unsaid.., don't leave nothin' undone.  Don't want you to have any 'scuse to come back, lurkin' 'round the hallways like some ghost, after I finish you off for good this Saturday Night. And I want you to remember somethin' Byron.  I want you to look hard at me right now... you look hard at _this_ face.  You mem'rize every detail, every line, every feature in this face, Byron. 'Cause this is the face that belong to Creed. And Creed is the man who gonna end your career. You messed with the wrong rookie, Champ. You done, Byron.  You done. Polish up my belt real good Byron.  'Cause this Saturday Night -- I'm takin' it home. And I'm takin' you out. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Tony Starks ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Starks stands in the locker room, fresh from his match with Mr. Damage, he is covered in sweat and has an ice pack on his knee. He begins to speak when Raheem Coles comes into the picture.] RC: Word, Starks! That is what we have been talkin' bout, you put that     sucker on his back... TS: [in a cold tone] Kill it, this ain't no time to be celebratin'.     This is only the beginnin', you hear me Raheem? [Raheem changes     his expression to an evil grin] You hear me? Deathbringer, you next, I have been face to face with death before and I ain't scared of nothin'. You had better heed my words boy, it's on -- and I am goin' to get mine. RC: Word up baby, let's get the hell out of here... [Starks just stares into the camera, the camera shot closes in his gaze and it fades.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Requiem ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: The IIWF interview area, immediately after the Requiem/Steele match. The lights dim as Requiem enters, playing "The Music Of The Unknowingly Damned". Requiem stares at the camera, his chilling white eyes hidden behind sunglasses.] REQUIEM: "The Music Of The Unknowingly Damned" lives within the hearts and souls of all mankind, Serge Annis. Did you seriously think you could quieten the Requiem for so long, simply by destroying a guitar? It is as I said it was: a symbol, nothing more. Tonight I unveiled the new symbol. Scott Rogers felt the power of the Angel of Destruction just moments ago... On Saturday, Luke Steele will face me, will face The Requiem. Do you feel the moments ticking away, Luke Steele? They are  like grains of sand through an hourglass. The sands of time will soon run out, and then the day of judgement will be at hand for you... And the rest of the IIWF... On Saturday night, at Coronation Clash, the Era of Genesis will at last begin! [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Scott Rogers ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to Scott Rogers before an IIWF backdrop. He has an irritated look on his face, but not overly so. He wears a yellow 'I Mom' tee-shirt with blue jeans. There is about two days' stubble around his mouth but the rest of his face is clean-shaven. He combs his hair with a gold comb and looks into the camera. He speaks slowly, precisely and almost reflectively in a manner so far unseen from the Hurricane native.] SR: Requiem, you are a great athlete. You beat me unfair and square shall we say, and you've taken my place in the second round where you meet Luke. That's a match I was lookin' forward to but it don't look like I'm gonna get me chance against him. Luke, I'll be there for ya. You must learn from my mistakes and beat him, although it will be a difficult test - your hardest yet. [Rogers pauses, looking to the ceiling, and then continues.] SR: I knew illegal tactics would be used. I tried to counter but failed. I know you, Luke, and Ronnie are not pleased with the way I acted but it just got to me. Once again I ask for your forgiveness. Seems like I've been doin' a whole lotta that lately. Never again. I'm gonna change, for the better. [Rogers pauses and allows himself a smile.] SR: I blew my first chance at the gold. I _won't_ blow the next one. Requiem, I said on Friday whoever beat me would win this thing. Of course I hope Luke will walk all over ya, but I stick with what I said. [Rogers stops and suddenly his face lightens up. A grin envelops his face.] But don't any of ya think I won't be there this comin' Saturday. I will, and I'll make damn sure my presence is felt. And whoever gets in my way had better be prepared for the beatin' of a lifetime, 'cause there's just a little bitta anger inside o' me waitin' to be dished out, on a plate with side salad and dessert if yer lucky. Yeah, the Clash'll be remembered for two things: Requiem winnin' the World Title and whatever I do. No-one gets the upper hand on Scott Rogers. No-one. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sychosys" Joe Petrow ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The weekly after-match parking lot party with Sychosys, Triple M, and the Sychopaths.  The Sychopaths are partying sychopathically, Triple M still does the gangster act, while holding a small, yet bulging leather pouch, and Petrow, still in his wrestling attire...is feeling good.] JP: You know, I'm feeling pretty good right about now!  I won the match,     and Triple M picked up an extra $27.11 for pulling off our plan to     perfection!  Now, [As Triple M pats the bag] we gotta figure out what $27.11 can get us!  But that's tomorrow, right now is tonight,     tonight, tonight!  And tonight was the a night, but nothing like     next week, which will be the first week of the rest of your lives!     I got the big State of Sychosys speech coming up this Friday, so I     ain't gonna spill the beans until then.  But just a little teaser     for Derek Mota.  Mota, I like your style!  That's why even for you,     July 12th is gonna be a special day in your life.  Leave your boots     at home Mota, because we ain't gonna wrestle...we're gonna fly! [Petrow closes his eyes, slowly spreads his arms out like an airplane, lets his head flop around like a loose piece of asparagus, and begins to sing:] JP: MIS-TA MO...TA...RI...SIN.....GOT TO KEEP ON...RISIN... [Petrow starts to dance around with his eyes closed, and continue his Jim Morrison-like chanting, as the Sychopaths and even Triple M start to pick up the "RISIN, RISIN!" chants, as the camera fades out.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Syndicate ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Casey James and Tiger Claw stand in the IIWF interview area.] CJ: And there you have it. The stable is no more. The IIWF legacy, the most powerful force for over a year has disbanded. Brian Lau is off somewhere else, and Tiger Claw and I are the only ones left. Here we stand, with only one thought on our minds... We're taking the entire IIWF tag scene to school. TC: For the whole year that we were Syndicate, we used those resources we had available to us. Gang tactics, sneak attacks, manager distractions. We had the means, so we used them. Those means brought us some of the greatest honours in the IIWF that anyone can claim. But we still had everyone doubting our individual skills. Everyone thought that Casey here only had the World Title because of his friends. Everyone kept saying that the only reason I had so many IC title regins was because I had a guy in my corner with the whole IIWF in his pocket. The time for that is over. From now on, it's just the two of us. Two men in the ring, facing whoever gets put in front of us. Nobody can deny our skills after they have seen us in action... Nobody. CJ: So what's our first match? Triangle tag match... Against Pain Inc. and the Dark Disciples. Absolutely [BLEEP]ing great. Guys, let me tell you something... Something that you should have figured out by now. The four of you are in a load of trouble. See, you guys never really got the idea of what the Syndicate was about. It was about bringing the best in the IIWF together to learn from one another, but you guys had no part of that. Sure, you've seen what I've got, and what Claw's got... But you've never seen us work as a team like we will at the Clash. We know all your routines... You have no idea what we've got planned. TC: After we get through you guys... There will be no doubting our claim of being the best the IIWF has to offer. CJ: And speaking of the best... Or someone who thinks he's the best... I heard a little rumor that Quigley thinks he was better than Kauffman... Quigley, I've wrestled the both of you, and let me tell you, Kauffman is better than you. Wanna know how I know? Because it took four guys to help me beat him, and it only took one to help me beat you. Live with it, whiner. [Claw and James walk off the set, laughing heartily. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hollywood Bloods ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [The camera opens to a somewhat normal bar.  Everybody is watching IIWF Saturday Night.  Doug Wayne is watching closely as he drinks his beer. Clark Watson is talking to a beautiful redhead as he pays attention partially to her and partially to the television.  President Spreadbury appears on the screen:] DS: Now, the inclusion of the Dark Disciples in that triangle match     necessitates a change in the Coronation Clash card.  Originally,     Kane and Wulf were to have met the Hollywood Bloods, with the     winners of that match receiving a shot at the World Tag Team titles     on July 26, when IIWF Saturday Night returns.     However, the Dark Disciples have relinquished that opportunity to     participate in the Free For All Matchup.  Replacing them in the     matchup against the HOLLYWOOD BLOODS will be the highest ranked     available tag team... THE LAST RESORT! [Doug Wayne spits out his beer and Clark Watson pushes the girl away and just stares at the screen in shock.] DW: What the [bleep]?!  We've got to face those border jumpers? [Clark Watson continues to stare in shock.] DW: The suits are trying to screw us over again.  A week before a big match, they change our opponents.  This is absolute [bleep]. We were ready to give the Dark Disciples the beating of their life on world wide television.  Those two B-Movie rejects were about to see their lives flash before their eyes. Now this? CW: [calms down and slowly begins to speak] Well, I guess Dark Disciples maybe God answered your prayers and spared your careers.  Last Resort, I guess a big black cloud has formed over your heads because your luck can't be any worse. DW: [also calming down and having another beer]  Last Resort, El Diablo and the Masked Accident, you guys are about to get introduced to the beating of your lives.  The last beating we gave you will seem like Christmas compared to what happens to you this time.  We were so looking forward to destroying the Disciples, but I guess we are going to have to end your sorry careers instead. CW: We are not going for a quick pin against you clowns.  You guys are going to suffer in front of the whole world. We won't be satisfied until you leave the ring on stretchers. DW: Well, you guys just jumped in front of somebody else's bullet. Come Coronation Clash you guys will be wishing that you were back working at Taco Bell. [Doug Wayne chugs another beer and Clark Watson begins talking to the redhead again. Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Last Resort ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Mr. Friday stands with the Last Resort in the IIWF studio. All three men are wearing street clothes El Diablo and Masked Avenger are still wearing their masks. ] MF: I knew that lobbying President Spreadsbury would have got us what we want, and that is a match at the Coronation Clash against the       Hollywood Bloods. ED: Bloods or whatever you are calling yourselves these days, we were pleased to call you friends when you were the W & W Express but now you have turned your back on the fans and your friends, and have   become just like the rest of the scum that inhabits the tag team    ranks. MA: That's right, Bloods. Last time you got a lucky win over us but rest assured we won't be making the same mistakes this time, we've  been training hard and with the support of the fans it won't be us  going home with another 1 in the loss column. MF: My boys is real pumped for this one, as you can see. For far too long, people have thought of us as a laughing stock here in the IIWF but come the Coronation Clash everyone will see the real reason why I picked these two boys to become a tag team -- and unluckily for you, Hollywood Bloods, you're the ones who are going to be on the recieving end. [Fade] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derek Mota ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Cut to the IIWF interview area, where Derek Mota is standing alone. He is wearing his hair tied back in a pony tail, and is sporting his leather jacket as usual.] DM: So the first round of the tournament is up.  And I get to meet... Joe Petrow. You and me got a lot in common, Joe.  But we're pretty different at the same time.  But you got my respect, Petrow.  When you've got it together, you're one of the top wrestlers in the world.  But the rest of the time, I only got one thing ta say about ya.  Too... much... acid.  The suits don't trust you, Petrow.  That's why they put you up against me in the second round.  They're scared that you make it to the top, Joe.  So I'm gonna make sure it don't happen. And as for you, Requiem, and you, Highwayman, don't think I forgot about you. You're right at the top of my list, and I got me some plans for ya on Saturday.  So one word of advice ... Watch your backs. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Showstopper" Simon Lebec ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Camera opens with "The Showstopper" Simon Lebec, sitting in his home, sipping on a cocktail.] SL: You know, looking back at Saturday night, I really have to laugh. Here we have Shakespeare... here we have Quigley... and here we have two losses.  Next thing I hear, that's right, yours truly gets branded as the guy who cost both men their shot at IIWF gold. I'm listening to Dross once again, talk about my interference.  Give me a break.  Yeah, I was there.  Yeah, I got involved.  But ask yourselves... who was the first man to come to ringside in BOTH of the matches?  Warnett, that's who! Don't tell me he never would have clocked Quigley if I never.  And please, don't insult my intelligence.  If he was at ringside for support during the Shakespeare match, then I'm a one-legged chain-smoker! And now, what do they tell me?  I have to wrestle a match with the three of them?  Oh yeah, seems fair to me!  But, I've never been one to back down from a challenge.  Coronation Clash... I'll be there, to put an end to this nonsense once and for all. Now, we all know that Warnett and Shakespeare don't have a chance in Hell of winning, because quite frankly, they don't have the right stuff.  Quigley, now he'll be whining to the big wigs, because he'd like nothing better than to beat me.  He couldn't get the job done last time we fought in the "I", and he chicked out of our match in the TAEWF.  Had to take time off, he said.  Can't take losing the title!  Chrissy, go find your smile, have a Snapple, and shut the Hell up!  If you're a betting man, you'll put the money on "Hollywood", because when all is said and done, you'll be seeing "The Showstopper" come out on top.  I'm not going to say anything else.  No trash talk.  No claims. I'll be at Coronation Clash, and I'll let "The Antagonist" do my talking. [Fade.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Quickstrike" Chris Quigley ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [SCENE: IIWF interview area.  Some commotion is heard off the set, and then you see security officials still clutching Chris Quigley, trying to drag him away from the other three men who will be involved in the Four Way Dance at Coronation Clash.  Quigley, in his struggle, spots the camera, and with that shoves one security guard off him, and sends a hard right hand into the forehead of the other one, sending him sprawling.  Quigley gets up into the camera, his hair matted with sweat, a stone cold rage smoldering in his eyes.  A few burn marks are noticeable on his face, thanks to the events of the Verhoeven match.] CQ: I'VE HAD IT!  The Three Stooges have been getting in my face more times than I can stand!  Warnett!  You might try to become some kinda "warrior" now that you've got yourself a new hairdo, but you're still the biggest pansy-ass pretender to the pro wrestling throne I've ever seen in my life!  [Takes a deep breath...] CQ: Shakespeare, my only problem with you is, I haven't been able to beat you.  At Coronation Clash, that'll change, my friend.  I guarantee it!  [Brushes some hair from his eyes, and then points into the camera...] CQ: And to _you_, Simon Lebec!  I believe I mentioned earlier how I at least respected you because you wouldn't be that low!  Because you'd get in my face and FIGHT, not attack me from behind with a foreign object!  I take it all back.  I take every single damn word back!  You're the biggest maggot I've ever seen in my life, and at Coronation Clash, I'm going to tear you up.  I'm going to _kill_ you, Lebec.  The Show _will_ be STOPPED! [Quigley begins to storm off the set, but is greeted by one more security guard, who Quigley floors with another hard right hand.  The camera fades as Quigley is walking over the guard and out of view...] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Spotlight" Billy Shakespeare ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Billy Shakespeare backstage, he abscentmindedly wipes at a bruised and swelling lip with the back of his hand.] BS: Damn. [He exits, only to return a moment later.] BS: Quigley is right, it is time to be rid of the lot of you.  You've     been no good to me as friends, even less as enemies.  As co-stars...     as co-stars... [He pauses a moment, searching for the right word.] BS: ...as co-stars... you don't even deserve my attention. [Shakespeare exits. 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